She tasted delicious.
“Tomorrow,” she said again, but she gave my cock a squeeze.
“You f*ck
ing tease.” I growled. “If you aren’t going to let me cum you’re going to get it right here.”
I slipped my hand up her skirt and between her thighs. It was easy to slide her wet panties to the side and insert myself there. My fingers knew her pretty little cunt well by now and I had her begging for more as soon as I called her hither.
“That’s not” she sucked in a breath. “Fair.”
“I don’t fight fair and neither do you,” I said as I increased the pace. She was at my mercy like this, her back against the door as she panted hard.
If they were quiet they could probably hear the whole thing, but the girls were talking so loudly it created a buzz in the background.
“You are going to cum for me right here in this hallway, Jo. You are going to cum so hard your panties will be f*ck
ing ruined and you are going to wear them the entire night remembering what I did to you, do you hear me?” I asked as I shoved my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her clit.
“Yes,” she said softly, her breath hitching on the ‘s’. I could feel her shaking, she wasn’t far from orgasming.
“You are f*ck
ing filthy, Joanna.” I said slower. “So filthy.”
“Ngh,” she bit back a moan and came, her juices coating my fingers, and all over her panties.
“Good girl.” I pulled my fingers out of her. “Now suck your juices off of me.”
She hesitated.
“Do it.”
That woman put her lips over my fingers and sucked them dry, then she bit her lip.
“You uncomfortable?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” I was going to have to f*ck
ing jack off in the shower tonight, but it was worth it just to see the look of desire on her face. To see the discomfort that her cum was going to cause.
Try thinking of that f*ck
ing stripper now.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, “But your punishment is far from over.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.” I commanded on instinct.
I’d never forced her to call me that before.
“Yes, Sir.” It was a breathy little phrase on her lips but it almost made me f*ck
ing cum right there in my pants.
“Now get your ass back in there and have fun, but not too much.”
She nodded and opened the door, but before she slipped back in she wrapped an arm around my neck and kissed me.
That girl was all mine.
Chapter Seventeen
Joanna
I wanted to ask Greyson what the plan was, I wanted to have him kiss me on the forehead and tell me it was all going to be alright, but he couldn’t see me before the ceremony, let alone touch me.
Instead, I looked into the mirror and straightened the creases in my dress.
“You look-” Willa started, but Mary chimed in.
“Stunning.”
I was wearing my hair down in soft curls today, just how I wanted it, with only a mantilla veil atop my head. It was seamless, classic. I felt like princess in this outfit. An undeserving one, but one nonetheless.
“Well ladies, time to go storm the castle,” I said as I put my best smile on. Today was the day I turned from a free woman into something I never asked to be.
Now all I had to do was go down the stairs to the lobby and wait.
Light streamed in through the stained glass windows of the church's foyer onto my face. The unexpected warmth of the autumn day should've been calming, but it only served to increase my anxiety.
I was about to walk down the aisle and give my heart, body, and soul to a man who was only marrying me because our families demanded it.
We weren't Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers. No, we were far from that.
And this was only temporary. That was what I kept telling myself. Greyson said that we could play house for a year then I could resume my life. Get back to school, do what I wanted. It was supposed to reassure me.
Even then it didn't matter. My heart raced. I was actually going to go through with this. I had the dress, the veil, the bouquet everything.
"It's time," Willa said as she started down the aisle. Mary had my train.
Maggie went, and then it was my turn.
"Are you ready, kiddo?" Uncle Dennis asked. He came, rather than my father, to walk me down the aisle.
He was literally the one giving me away, so why not? My father had done little for me. In fact, he hadn't even showed up on time to act as an usher, and when he did, he was drunk.
He was sitting in the back of the church, as per my request, half asleep. It was just like my dad
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said as I looked up at him. I'd loved my uncle once. Thought he was a good man, a man who took care of us. Now, though, I didn't feel anything but anger. But hate. He put me in this situation. He created all of this. For no reason other than to find a weakness in his enemy, or to merge with them.